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11 July 2014
If I understood how to work my new-fangled phone I
could do one of them there "selfies" the young folk do
and show you what I look like with my hair curled up in a
headscarf. You’ll just have to picture a WWII land girl
like off of a Miss Marple movie.
12 July 2014
God damn Jehovah witnesses disturbing me on Carnival
Day! I’ve got hair to curl n wine to drink...and these
drugs aren’t just going to take themselves! Do I look like
I’ve got 10 minutes to have a chat about the Kingdom of
Heaven?!
12 July 2014
Why am I struggling so much today? I feel like I’m literally
dragging myself through the day like someone
mountaineering into a blizzard, one arduous foot in front
of the other up the steepest incline, beating back the
depression n the loneliness n the general impending
sense of doom with a giant baseball bat while - all the
time - people keep throwing streamers over my head n
tooting party blowers in my face and a marching band
impedes my way and happy people skip easily passed me
waving balloons. This Carnival day was brought to you by
bi-polar disorder, PTSD and their subsidiary companies.
13 July 2014
I’m only just lifting my sore head off the pillow. I suppose
fibro flair up and a migraine were somewhat inevitable
after a Carnival. When the Doctors tell me to avoid over
stimulation I think that probably does include marching
